In 2015, Equal Justice Initiative received a $1 million grant from Google.org to help fund the From Enslavement to Mass Incarceration Museum, as well as its Memorial to Peace and Justice. After the grant was made, EJI, led by Bryan Stevenson and Google.org looked for further ways to work together. EJI’s recently published report, Lynching in America: Confronting the Legacy of Racial Terror (in the form of an 80-page publication), seemed like an opportunity to leverage Google’s expertise — organizing information and making it more universally accessible — in the name of amplifying Equal Justice Initiative’s message. Coinciding with the launch of this project tpday, Google.org will donate another $1 million to EJI to support its racial justice work.
Cardi B is an icon. There, I said it. Her ascent to fame has stirred much debate, particularly over the last year. A diamond in the rough placed under extreme pressure in the Bronx, Cardi B has always been about her SHMONEY, and who can blame her? A product of humble beginnings, she admits she was often at odds with her parents, meaning she had to find a way, or make one-and boy, did she ever.
There are white people who’ve gotten invites to our cookouts over the years. White people we consider non-threatening and “down” for the cause. These are white people who despite having white skin, relate more to Black people and Black culture than their peers. We gladly take them in, no questions asked. Teena Marie, Bill Clinton, Eminem, and Bill Maher to name a few. But sometimes, a white person will come along and get way too comfortable. They’ll show up empty handed, they’ll renege in the Spades tournament, and they’ll start taking to-go plates without saying “goodbye” to anybody, or helping to clean up. Unfortunately, at that point, their cookout pass has to be revoked. (See Rachel Dolezal)
In the year 2017, Donald Trump, (who will be referred to as Tangerine Toddler from this point on) became our President. And while those of us who were sane mourned the fact that he’d be our “leader” for the next four years, others of us were having meet and greets and taking pictures with him like he was our play cousin. To take it a step further, some of us even agreed to perform at his inaugaration. *enters Chrisette Michelle*
I’ve decided I want to bow out. It was fun while it lasted. However, after careful review, I’ve concluded that The Woke Olympics just isn’t for me. I can’t compete. These carefully constructed tweets have me sweating at my desk on the regular, and baby, I’m tired. One slip of the finger, one well intentioned tweet gone bad, and just like that, the Woke community has turned their backs on you, and there you are, all alone-Un-woke.
(S)Cam Newton dabbed his way into our hearts last year. We couldn’t get enough of the young athlete and his willingness to be what we interpreted as unapologetically Black.We enjoyed the spectacle, and quite frankly, the audacity. In late 2015, Newton, a Panthers quarterback, received an unexpected letter from a Tennessee mom who unlike much of the Black community, wasn’t impressed with Newton at all. As a matter of fact, she was pissed, calling the player “arrogant” and a “spoiled brat.” It was strange to say the least.
This has been a rough week. It literally feels like there’s a war going on. And maybe there is. With back to back police involved shootings, and now the chaos in Dallas, tensions are extremely high. And celebrities, who are usually relatively quiet about current events, are speaking out, and like many of us, they’re pissed. Some of them, on the other hand, aren’t so pissed, and rather be drinking Ciroc on a beach, but either way, I’ve compiled a list. Click below.
This won’t be long. It won’t be like the others. It won’t be lengthy and drawn out. It’ll just be. At first, I didn’t know if I could muster it. Anything, really. But I had to write something. I had to write the things I didn’t think I was strong enough to write.
A man eats a hotdog at a cookout. “No homo,” he says.
“That’s a nice shirt, bro. No homo,” he compliments his friend as he gives him dap. The night goes on, they have one too many drinks, and one of the friends falls over something. He isn’t paying attention. “That’s a big ass stick. Damn. No homo, bruh,” he wipes the dirt off of his fit, disgruntled. They head home and part ways, it’s been a long night.